hnson's Time, the
Sign of the Angel, and then inhabited by Mrs. Hope, and her Daughter
Prudence. As Tradition informs us, Ben Johnson was acquainted with the
House; and in some Time, when he found strange People there, and the
Sign changed, he wrote the following Lines._

When _Hope_ and _Prudence_ kept this House,
The _Angel_ kept the Door;
Now _Hope_ is dead,
And the _Angel_ fled,
And _Prudence_ turn'd a Whore.

_From the Bear at Oxford, by a Gentleman who had been affronted at the
Angel._

They are all Bears at the _Angel_,
And all Angels at the _Bear_.

N.B. _There are very pretty Girls at the _Bear_._

1710. _N. R._

_In a Boghouse at Richmond._

To preserve our good Health,
Let us let a good F - - - t;
It is better than Wealth,
It will comfort your Heart:
And when you have done,
With the Crack of your B - - m,
Bend your Knees,
And then squeeze,
And something will come,
You'll be better, tho' it's not so big as your Thumb.

_G. S._ 1716.

_Crown at Basingstoke._

Says _Nan B----ch_ to Sir _John_, you're a scandalous Villain;
D'ye think I would do what I did for a Shilling?
In good Truth, says Sir _John_, when I find a Girl willing.
Let her take what she finds, and give Willing for Willing.
But if you insist upon Money for that, }
I need not speak plainer, you know what is what, }
I shall always look on you as a money-wise Cat. }

_I. E._ _July_ 17. 1713.

_Beaconsfield in a Window. I forgot the Sign._

Blow me a Kiss, says a Nymph to her Swain,
And when I have got it, I'll give it again.
The Swain had been working, as sometimes Men do,
Till he'd hardly got Breath for to buckle his Shoe;
But turning around, he let a great F - - - t,
And blow'd her a Kiss _according to Art_.

_B. R._ 1715.

_At the Swan at Chelsea, in a Summer-House Window._

_Jenny_ demure, with prudish Looks,
Turns up her Eyes, and rails at naughty Folks;
But in a private Room, turns up her lech'rous Tail,
And kisses till she's in for Cakes and Ale.

_L. M._ _July_ 17. 1727.

_Mitre, Hampton,_ 1708.

_Celia_, the Joy of all my Parts,
I kiss'd, and broke ten thousand Hearts:
There's ne'er a Man the Girl will see,
But dearest, dearest, dearest me.

_I. H._ Esq; I can boast,
The greatest Conquest o'er the greatest Toast.

_Underwritten._

Proud Puppy,